The Facility (25 page)

“That’s right, looking good, strippin’ for me, layin’ there naked in my bed, spreadin’ your legs and beggin’ me to fuck you. That’s the way it’s gonna be, Mrs. Ryan.” He paused and grinned at her. “But right now we got the pretty little widow kissin' old Vinnie’s fat prick without even bein’ told,” he ridiculed her. Her face was still red with shame. “How long you been a widow?” he asked.

“A few days, only a few days,” the tears began.

Both Vinnie and Stein laughed. Richie slouched against the doorframe, pulling at his cock. “And when did you bury the poor bastard?” Vinnie chuckled.

“This afternoon.” She bowed her head.

Vinnie grabbed her hair and yanked it so that she had to look up at him. He slapped his cock against her bruised face. She flinched but didn’t try to move away. “Open your jacket. Let me see what’s been happenin’ to them nipples.” She did as he ordered. “Is old Vinnie doin’ that? Vinnie gettin’ the young widow what just come from her husband’s funeral, all excited again? Vinnie makin’ them nipples stiff?”

“Yes, I don’t...don’t want it to happen,” she shook her head. “I hate it...I’m so ashamed...I hate you...I hate myself... but...” He shook his hard cock at her again. She reached up to touch it gently, “I...I...can’t help it,” she moaned softly.

Stein nodded at Vinnie, who winked back at him. While she continued to kneel, before Vinnie, Stein began to speak, “She fed the leeches, Vinnie. All three of them. She sucked me off. She sent her husband away to Washington so I could come to her house. He died, and this afternoon she buried him. She left the cemetery with me because she wanted to. And when we got here, she got down on her knees just like she is now and kissed my toes. She gave her virgin ass to Richie. No one forced her. She even asked for it. She moaned like an animal when you was raping her. And look...look where she is, half naked on her knees. I think she wants fucked again right now. Isn’t that correct, Mrs. Ryan?”

She paused but didn’t turn toward Stein, instead she looked up into the scornful face of her tormentor, “Yes, Mr. Stein, I...I...want fucked again.” She stared at the thick purple veins in Vinnie’s blood red cock, at the faint imprints of her kisses.

She could take no more than the head in her mouth, so she pushed his cock back against his bulging stomach and quickly ran her tongue along the length of its underside.

“Penance, Mrs. Ryan, or desire?” Stein asked.

She turned back to him, “Both, I think.”

Stein’s unmade bed stood against the far wall. Vinnie pushed her away and lumbered over to it. It creaked and sagged under his weight as he stretched out, propping a dirty pillow behind his head. He licked his fat lips and, grinning, crooked a finger at Kathy who was still kneeling in the middle of the room. “Crawl,” he said. The gritty cement floor skinned her knees and bare legs. Stein swiveled his chair to face them. When Kathy reached the bed, Vinnie held up his hand indicating that she was to kneel beside it. “Ah,” Vinnie sighed, gesturing toward Stein, “ain’t this a sight? The rich young widow crawling to Vinnie.”

“Yes,” Stein smiled, “the young widow’s naked under that jacket and short skirt. I dare say she wants you to squeeze her aristocratic titties. Look at those strong bare legs, and her little white feet in the high heels. Ah, yes, my friend, observe her firm, round ass. A short time ago she was on the tennis team in college.” He chuckled, “And here she is on her knees about to beg you to fuck her.”

Vinnie nodded in Stein’s direction, “She’s one of them goddamn snob bitches who’s always wantin’ something. Spendin’ her days in them fancy stores. A closet full of clothes and shoes. Born to fuckin’ shop.” He sneered at her, “Well, tell us what you want now, Widow Ryan.”

“I want...I mean I...I need...oh, God!” she cried backing away and shaking her head, “I can’t...I can’t...Jeff...poor Jeff...” She fell to the floor and, burying her head in her arms, sobbed quietly. The three men waited until she stopped. Stein nodded at Vinnie who sat up. Kathy lay sprawled on the floor a few feet from the bed. Her jacket was still unbuttoned and her skirt had ridden up almost to her pussy.

Stein began to speak in a soft almost conciliatory voice, “It hasn’t been very long since you made love to your husband, has it, Mrs. Ryan?” Kathy shook her head but didn’t look up. “Think back to the last time you were with him in your nice big bed, the last time you made love together.” Kathy didn’t move but a spasm shook her body and it was obvious that she’d begun to cry again.

Stein waited before continuing, “It would please me, Mrs. Ryan, if you would make love to my friend Vinnie exactly as you did to your husband. Wouldn’t you like to make love to Vinnie just as you are now remembering it.”

“No,” she whispered hoarsely, “no, I can’t.”

“Well,” Stein said, “in that case, I think you should pull yourself together, and I’ll call you a cab.” Vinnie was ready to protest, but Stein held up a hand to silence him. Kathy lifted her head to glance at the hulking brute who was staring at her. She reached down to button her jacket and straighten her skirt. Tears still streaked her cheeks. She uttered a small cry, then, painfully she got to her hands and knees and crawled back to the foul smelling bed. “Only if it’s what you want, Mrs. Ryan,” Stein said. “Do you understand?” She nodded. “Will you make love to him, Mrs. Ryan? I mean the kind of slow and tender love you enjoyed with your husband. Will you now give to Vinnie the kind of loving that you have given to no other man except your husband?” Once more, she nodded. “Tell Vinnie what you want to do, Mrs. Ryan. Say the words.”

Kneeling beside the bed, she sat back on her legs and looked up at the evil, ugly face that grinned at her. “I...I...want to make love to you in...in the same way I made love to my husband.”

“Fix your fuckin’ face,” Vinnie said. Stein tossed her purse so that it landed beside her. She took out a handkerchief and wiped her cheeks. The bruise had darkened. She applied the lipstick and gloss as she had before. When she finished, she raised her head. “Yeah, that’s better. Now, paint your nipples with that lipstick and that oily stuff.” Kathy hesitated, but after a moment opened her jacket and did as he had ordered. Her long nipples were stiff. The red gloss made them shine obscenely. Vinnie nodded in approval. “Stand up and take your jacket and skirt off.” As she stepped out of her skirt, Vinnie leaned toward her, “That bald cunt of yours is drippin’ wet.” He ran a dirty finger along its length. She trembled and drew in her breath. “But it ain’t really your cunt tonight, is it?” She turned her head to the side not answering him. “Who does this baby bald cunt belong to tonight?” He rubbed her clitoris with his thumb. Still she said nothing. “Goddamn it...,” he began.

“You,” she said quickly, “it belongs to you.”

“You’re fuckin’ right it does. And just so you and everyone else here knows, I think we ought to paint a sign on your belly sayin’ so. Get your lipstick.” She picked up her purse and fumbled in it until she found the lipstick. “What’s the sign gonna say?” he asked.

“I don’t...I...don’t know.”

“For a rich bitch with a college degree you’re sure fuckin’ dumb. If your cunt belongs to me, the sign should say...’ my cunt...” He waited for her to finish.

“My cunt belongs to Vinnie,” she said, her face reddening. She handed him the lipstick.

“No, we want to watch you do it.” Both he and Stein laughed.

“Yes,” Stein added, “didn’t you promise your husband that you were his ‘till death do you part’? Isn’t that what you promised on your wedding day, Mrs. Ryan?”

Her hand holding the lipstick trembled, “Yes, that’s what we promised.”

“But, death has now parted you. Still, don’t you find it a bit strange that on the very day of your loving husband’s funeral, you are preparing to give yourself to Vinnie Sconzo?” They laughed again.

She dropped her arms to her side and bowed her head. “Yes,” she said quietly, “It’s more than strange. It’s profane. It’s a sacrilege.”

“Don’t do it, Mrs. Ryan, unless it’s what you want. Is it what you want? Is inscribing the sign and painting your nipples what you want? Is Vinnie’s big prick what you want?”

She thought of Jeff, of their courtship, their lovely wedding, their honeymoon night knowing that they were both virgins and being awkward together and yet pleased that they had waited. The sweet, fumbling, caring way Jeff had of not wishing to hurt her. Gentle Jeff, who took her maidenhead only after she assured him it was what she wanted. Jeff...Jeff...handsome, bright, funny and sweet. Her Jeff, worlds and worlds removed from men like Stein, and Richie, and Vinnie.

She bent her head and awkwardly printed the words across her stomach. When she had finished, Vinnie called out to her, “How about an arrow pointin’ down so we all know where your cunt is at?” The men laughed again. “Turn around,” Vinnie said after she had drawn the arrow, “let Stein and Richie see.” Her face a deep crimson, she turned. The room filled with their derisive laughter.

Vinnie yelled across at Stein, “Mine!” he shouted, “The little widow’s cunt is mine!”

Stein shook his head, “Since Richie can’t read, Mrs. Ryan, suppose you tell him what your sign says.”

She glanced at the drooling imbecile who had moved to stand next to Stein’s chair. She lowered her eyes. “It...it...says ‘my cunt belongs to Vinnie’.”

“Yu...yu...ass b...b...be...be...belongs t...t...ta me,” Richie stuttered.

“Is that right, Mrs. Ryan? Have you given your ass to Richie?”

“Yes...yes, Richie has...has...I mean, I’ve given myself in that way to...to...Richie.”

“Well, I’m afraid we’ve allowed ourselves to digress. We see that your cunt belongs to Vinnie and you’ve told us you’ve given your ass to Richie...what about your heart, Mrs. Ryan? We’re made to understand that love resides in the heart. Who have you given your heart to?”

Kathy didn’t know where he was leading her. “Jeff,” she said quickly.

“But Jeff’s dead. Don’t you remember? We buried him this afternoon and just a few minutes ago you were telling us that you wanted to make love to Vinnie just as you had made love to Jeff so...” He left the sentence hanging.

“You want me to say that I now give my heart to Vinnie.”

“No...no...” Stein held up his hands in mock horror, “I don’t want you to say anything except what you wish to say. Say nothing other than what you feel, at least for the moment, to be true. You loved your husband with your body. You loved him, as they say, with all your heart. But your husband is in his grave. He’s gone, Mrs. Ryan, gone forever. And there,” he pointed, “stands Vinnie, shyly waiting for you admit you’ve fallen in love with him.”

She knew Stein was pushing her toward the edge, mocking her, demeaning her. She wanted to flee, to run down the hall, to break through the sealed doors, to escape from this terrifying place and these lunatic men. Her legs were trembling. She looked down at the vulgar words on her belly and at the hideous red paint on her nipples. She had never felt so shamed. But the lewd nipples were stiff and the crease between her legs was sticky and wet. The guilt she felt about Jeff’s death almost drove her to her knees. “Yes,” she said, turning back to face Vinnie, “I want to make love to you. I give you my...my body and...and I give you my heart.”

“Ain’t that fuckin’ sweet,” Vinnie jeered. “Ain’t that just the most fuckin’ sweet thing anyone ever said to me.” He gestured for her to come to the bed.

“Mrs. Ryan,” Stein called. She paused. “Since love resides in the heart, the words of love must come from the heart. I trust you remember what those words are and that you will speak them in the way that a woman does when she gives herself to the man she loves?”

“Yes, I will say the words.”

“But will they come from your heart? Will you mean them as truly as you did when you spoke them to your husband?”

“No...but...but...” Vinnie pulled his thick, flaccid cock out of his unzipped fly. She looked down at it and felt the familiar sinking sensation in the pit of her stomach.

“But what?” Stein asked.

“But maybe...maybe as…as…I remember how it was… maybe as I feel how it is now...maybe I will mean the words.”

“We can’t ask for more than that,” Stein said.

Kathy bent down to remove her shoes. “No,” Vinnie waved a hand at her, “leave them on.” He moved over on the bed to make room for her. The bed smelled strongly of old socks and sweat and urine and faintly of the powder Stein used on his feet. Vinnie stretched out, his arms crossed over his belly, his limp cock partly revealed through his gaping fly. Kathy lay next to him looking at his pendulous lips and his mocking eyes. Vinnie reached down to finger his cock, “What you want to do, babe, tell me?”

His lips were cracked and when he licked them she could see that his tongue was wide and flat and a dark purple color. The thought of kissing him made her nauseous. He reached over and placed his huge hand on her pussy. “Your husband is dead. Now you got a new man, a fuckin’ big new man. You gotta keep your new man happy. So what you gonna to do? Speak up, goddamn it!”

“I...I want to make love to you,” she said, her mouth had gone dry.

He rubbed the heel of his hand hard against her pubic bone. Unblinking, he stared hard at her until she had to look away. “You don’t sound very fucking convincing,” he said. “I think you did a whole lot better when you was in bed with that wimp husband of yours.”

“Terms of affection,” Stein called out.

Kathy slid her hand across the damp hairs of Vinnie’s massive chest as she leaned closer to his repulsive face, “I...I want to make love to you.”